“What you doing here?” asked Betsy. “Just checking it out, I’m thinking of moving here” answered Melanie. “What kind of work do you do?”...asked BetsyOnce again Melanie hesitated. “I did waitress work at home while going to school.”Finally came out.“There’s lots of work like that here” stated Betsy. “It pays OK but it’s a lot of work. Me, I dance at a local club.It’s easy work and I make pretty good money.”Melanie’s heart sank. The red flags were waving and the sirens were going off. She knew. Jake and Tabatha both sat down and the ride began.Atlantis’ creator, Roger Trump, had spared no expense in creating an artificial reef alongside the glass tube through which they traveled. Artificial lighting blended in so well with the natural sunlight from the surface that Jake couldn’t tell where one left off and the other began. But he was willing to bet that, at night, it looked fantastic!There were thousands of colorful fish, a squid, a real octopus, and quite a few sharks swimming around. "I'm sure we can work it out." Again just like my husband," said Lakeisha who didn't pause at all in sorting out her possessions. "There is no possible way we can work it out. You've fucked up, Alex. You've fucked up good and proper. I should have known that a man who'd got divorced because of his infidelity wasn't going to stay faithful for long. All men are bastards and you're no exception. I don't think I want anything to do with men ever again in my life." You can't mean that," pleaded. She winked.I smiled.Sitting beside Deborah was a younger lady I’d not seen. Though she was sitting, I guessed she was probably a good 5’-10” and probably in her late twenties, maybe early thrities. She had a killer smile, flowing, wavy dark red hair, and wore a simple black dress that showed off the kind of legs that make men drool. Well, at least this man.Staying behind the podium was going to be necessary.At the appointed time, the convention organizer welcomed the crowd and introduced the.